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A Poem...

I saw this on social media, and thoguht it was worth sharing here...

"God ran away when we imprisoned her
and put her in a box named Church.
God would have none of our labels and our limitations
and she said,
“I will escape and plant myself
in a simpler, poorer soil
where those who see, will see,
and those who hear, will hear.
I will become a God — believable,
because I am free, and go where I will.
My goodness will be found
in my freedom and that freedom I offer to all –
regardless of color, sex, or status,
regardless of power or money.
Ah, I am God
because I am free,
and all those who would be free will find me,
roaming, wandering, singing.
Come, walk with me –
come, dance with me!
I created you to sing — to dance – to love. . . .”
If you cannot sing,
nor dance, nor love,
because they put you also in a box,
know that your God broke free
and ran away.
So, send your spirit
then, to dance with Her.
Dance, sing with the God
whom they cannot tame nor chain.
Dance within, though they chain your very guts
to the great stone walls. . . .
Dance, beloved,
Ah, Dance!"


–Edwina Gateley

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